Love on Liberty

by M. J. Williamz

  “That’s too bad. I’m sure they’d appreciate it.”

  “Actually, a lot of them are vegetarians. They object to eating meat. So it works.”

  “Okay.” She took a deep breath. “Are you ever going to tell me where you get your money? I still don’t think being queen of the hippies could pay this well.”

  Tommy took a deep breath as well.

  “Have you ever heard of Benton and Associates?”

  Dolly’s eyes grew wide.

  “That cop last night called you Tommy Benton,” she said.

  “Yes, he did. I’m the only child of the famous Thomas Benton, land raper extraordinaire.”

  “Oh my God. That’s almost impossible to believe. Talk about the apple falling way far away from the tree.”

  “That’s for sure,” Tommy said.

  “How do they feel about your career choice?”

  “Are you kidding? They wanted me to be a secretary or some such at my dad’s firm. They sent me to college and didn’t expect my eyes to be opened, I guess.”

  “You went to college? Where?”

  “Berkeley.”

  “That’s a radical school,” Dolly said. “I’m surprised they let their little girl go there.”

  “They weren’t thrilled with my choice. But, as Daddy’s little girl, I got to go where I wanted.”

  “And how long did it take you to become the liberal opponent to everything you’d been raised to believe in?”

  “A couple of years. I held on to my conservative beliefs for a while, even though they made me an outcast. But then I started thinking on my own instead of letting my father think for me. And things became so much clearer.”

  Dolly nodded, seeming to take it all in.

  “How often do you see them?”

  “I don’t,” Tommy said. “Father refuses to let me in his house until I come back around to his way of thinking.”

  “And yet you still have access to his money?”

  “He couldn’t cut me off completely. He still loves me. So, he supports me financially even though he won’t accept me.”

  “That’s really strange.”

  “I agree. Mother did her best to talk him out of it, but he was insistent. I’m still his little girl and he couldn’t stand to see me penniless.”

  “So, what’s it like?” Dolly asked. “To protest cutting down trees to build houses and developments, knowing your dad’s behind them?”

  “I try to think of the land rapers as nameless, faceless beings, but it can be hard sometimes.”

  “Do you ever run into your father at those protests?”

  “Never. He’s far too old and established to do any work on site anymore. I keep asking him to close his company. He’s made his fortune. Why keep doing it? But he doesn’t listen to me.”

  “It must break his heart every time he sees a picture of you in the paper.”

  “Maybe. I try not to think about it.”

  “What if he ever gets tired of it and cuts you off?” Dolly said.

  “I doubt he will,” Tommy said. “Okay. That’s enough about my parents. Tell me about yours.”

  “There’s not a lot to tell about mine. They’re simple folks. They own a peach orchard and are well off, but not in the same vein as yours.”

  “Peaches? I love peaches. And I’ve heard Georgia peaches are the best.”

  “They are by far,” Dolly said. “Especially the ones my father grows.”

  “Why is that?”

  “I don’t know, but the packing companies are always knocking on the door waiting for our peaches.”

  “Well, that’s got to feel good. And how do your parents feel about you being in the navy?”

  “Pretty much how you do.”

  “Ah, so they’re smart people,” Tommy said.

  “Of course you’d think so.” Dolly laughed. “They’re proud I’m a nurse and don’t openly criticize my choice of the navy, but they worry.”

  “And rightfully so.”

  “It’s not like I actually see action, Tommy.”

  “But you’re a sitting target on the ship out there.”

  “Tommy, I don’t want to have this conversation again.”

  “I know. It’s just that now it’s more than you supporting the war. It’s that you could be hurt. That kills me to think of, baby.”

  Dolly looked at her with tears in her eyes.

  “I promise to keep myself safe.”

  “You’d better. That’s my heart you’re carrying with you.”

  Chapter Eight

  After lunch, they walked through downtown window shopping. They’d pop into one store after another, looking at clothes or jewelry or knickknacks. Tommy was enjoying herself immensely. Any time with Dolly was precious.

  They were in an antique shop and Dolly was like a little kid in a candy shop. She loved vintage clothing and all the other items on display. Tommy stood back and watched her. She couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. She was having so much fun. It filled Tommy’s heart with joy to see Dolly so happy.

  She followed Dolly up to the counter by the cashier to look at the jewelry on display. Dolly gasped, and Tommy leaned closer to see what had drawn the intake of breath. She saw a lot of rings on display.

  “Which one caught your fancy?” she asked.

  “That one. Right there. The silver filigree ring. Isn’t it beautiful?”

  Tommy had to admit there was a certain charm to the old ring.

  “May we see this one?” she said to the cashier.

  “Certainly,” the woman replied. She reached into the display cabinet and pulled out all the rings. “I wasn’t sure which one you meant.”

  “That’s fine,” said Tommy. “She knows which one.”

  She took the ring and gently slipped it on Dolly’s finger.

  “It fits perfectly,” she said.

  “It’s beautiful,” Dolly said.

  “It’s yours.”

  “Oh, Tommy, I couldn’t. It would be too much.”

  “Nothing’s too much.” She almost said “baby” but caught herself in time.

  “Yes, it really is. I mean, it’s fun to dream about things like this, but that’s all they are. Dreams.”

  “Not true. I’m buying it for you. You love it. You want it. And who knows if you’ll ever see it again? So, I’m buying it. Now, is there anything else you see that you want?”

  Dolly laughed.

  “Only one of everything. But I couldn’t take it on the ship with me.”

  “Fine then.” Tommy turned back to the cashier. “How much do I owe you?”

  She wrote a check and they left the store, the ring firmly on Dolly’s finger. When they were out of earshot of anyone else, Dolly leaned in close and whispered in Tommy’s ear.

  “I do so love you.”

  “I love you, too, baby.”

  “Thank you for the ring.”

  “It looks great on you. You needed it.”

  “Still, thank you.”

  “So, what’s next on our agenda?”

  “I say we head back to the motel. I could use a nap.”

  “Sounds good to me,” Tommy said. She caught a cab and they went back to their room. As soon as they were inside, Dolly was in Tommy’s arms.

  “Let me show you how much I love and appreciate you,” Dolly said.

  “You don’t have to, you know?” Tommy said.

  Dolly looked sad.

  “Don’t you want me to?”

  “More than anything. But I don’t want you to feel obligated. I mean, if you just want to nap, that’s fine with me.”

  “A nap is the last thing I need.”

  She unbuttoned Tommy’s shirt and slid it down her arms and tossed it on a chair. She pulled her undershirt off and did the same. She bent to take a small nipple in her mouth, taking most of Tommy’s breast with it. She sucked hard and Tommy couldn’t help but moan at the sensation. She wanted Dolly to stay there all day. Just as she wanted Dolly between he
r legs. She just wanted Dolly.

  She tangled her fingers in Dolly’s hair and held her head there. Her own head was thrown back as she arched into Dolly’s’ mouth. Dolly continued to suck as she deftly unbuttoned and unzipped Tommy’s pants. She released her grip on Tommy’s breast so Tommy could step out of her jeans and underwear.

  The two of them worked together to get Dolly naked, and when they were both without clothes, Dolly took Tommy’s hand and sat her on the bed. Tommy reached for Dolly’s breasts, but Dolly had other plans. She knelt between Tommy’s legs and spread them wide.

  Tommy felt Dolly’s mouth on her and groaned. It was a guttural sound that came from the center of her being. She loved how Dolly loved her. She was skilled at pleasing her in a way no other woman had been. She knew just where to lick, just where to suck to keep Tommy begging for more. And beg Tommy did.

  “Baby, that feels so good. Please don’t stop.”

  Dolly teased her endlessly. She took her to the brink then backed off several times.

  “No, baby. No. Please. Let me come,” Tommy said.

  Dolly finally took pity on her and sucked her clit until Tommy felt the orgasm creep up on her and crash over her.

  Tommy lay there catching her breath. She was still dizzy from the force of her climax. Her legs felt like noodles. And all she wanted was to treat Dolly to the same experience.

  She kissed Dolly hard on the mouth, tasting her own orgasm there. She was still light-headed, but was determined to please Dolly. She kneaded one of her plump breasts before taking her nipple in her mouth. Dolly moaned in pleasure, which urged Tommy on. She moved her hand down Dolly’s belly and placed it between her legs. She lightly dragged it over her while still sucking on her nipple. Dolly placed her own hand over Tommy’s and pressed it into her.

  Tommy laughed, but slipped her fingers inside Dolly. She stroked her lightly at first and then with more pressure. She found that soft spot she knew Dolly liked so much and concentrated all her energy there.

  It took very little time for Dolly to cry Tommy’s name as her pussy crushed Tommy’s fingers.

  “Oh, my God. That was out of this world,” Dolly said.

  “Yeah it was.”

  “We’re so good together.”

  “Yeah we are,” Tommy said.

  They dozed together, and when Tommy awoke, she noticed the sun was going down. She was also famished. She wanted to get up and get dressed, but didn’t want to disturb Dolly. She needn’t have worried. Dolly rolled over and wrapped her arms around Tommy.

  “Are you awake?” Dolly said.

  “Yeah. Are you?”

  “Kind of.”

  Tommy laughed and kissed the top of Dolly’s head.

  “I was just thinking about dinner,” Tommy said.

  “How can you eat so much and stay so slim?”

  “Just lucky, I guess.”

  “Okay, well, what do you want for dinner?”

  “I want a thick rib eye with a baked potato,” Tommy said.

  “Sounds delicious, but I’m really not that hungry.”

  “I have something that can help with that. First, let me get you a glass of wine.”

  Tommy padded across the room, completely at ease in her nudity.

  “I like this sight,” said Dolly.

  “Good,” Tommy said. “Because you’re going to be seeing a lot of it.”

  She poured Dolly a glass of wine and herself one of bourbon then walked back to the bed and handed Dolly hers. Dolly sat up in bed, but kept the sheet pulled up under her chin.

  “Oh, no you don’t,” Tommy said. “I want to see those every minute that I can.”

  She gently peeled the sheet down to Dolly’s waist. She dipped her fingers in her bourbon and coated one of Dolly’s nipples. She bent and sucked it clean. She did the same with the next one. After that, she had to set her drink down and take Dolly once again.

  It took barely rubbing Dolly’s clit to get her off that time. She was primed and Tommy knew just how to touch her. Tommy reached across her to her nightstand and picked up her wine.

  “Here you go,” she said.

  “Thank you.”

  Tommy sipped her drink and looked at Dolly.

  “So, still not hungry?”

  “Not overly so.”

  Tommy got out of bed and crossed the room. She reached into the pocket of her flannel shirt and withdrew the remainder of the joint they’d shared.

  “Oh no, Tommy. I can’t be seen in public stoned.”

  “What are the chances you see anybody from your ship?”

  “That won’t matter. I can’t contain myself on marijuana.”

  “You’ll be fine,” Tommy said. She lit the joint and handed it to Dolly who eyed it suspiciously. “It won’t hurt you.”

  Dolly finally took a hit. Not a long hit, but a hit. She handed it back to Tommy who took a long drag.

  “Do you want any more?” Tommy said. “Remember how good you felt last night?”

  “You’re right. It was fun.”

  She took another drag and Tommy took it from her and set it down in the ashtray. Tommy sat back on the bed with her and they sipped their drinks.

  “So, I know this great steak and seafood place. Do you like seafood?”

  “I love it.”

  “Great. It’s right on the waterfront. Sound good?”

  “Sounds great.”

  “We can walk there from here,” Tommy said.

  “Right on. Let’s go.”

  “Let’s get dressed first.” Tommy smiled.

  “Oh yeah.” Dolly fell backward on the bed, laughing so hard she was crying.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” Tommy said. She climbed on top of Dolly and kissed her, plunging her tongue deep in her mouth. She pressed her knee against Dolly and felt the wet heat radiating from within. She needed her again. She couldn’t get enough of her.

  Tommy put her hand between her knee and Dolly and used her knee to propel her fingers deeper and deeper with each thrust. Dolly was thrashing her head back and forth on her pillow, and Tommy finally gave up trying to kiss her.

  “Oh dear God, Tommy,” Dolly said.

  “Do it, baby. Come for me.”

  “Oh God, yes. Yes. Now. Right now. Oh my God,” Dolly cried out and closed her legs around Tommy’s knee.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” Tommy repeated. She looked into Dolly’s bloodshot eyes and saw a reflection of love in them. It almost made her weep for joy. Almost.

  “I need a shower,” Dolly said.

  “I’ll join you.”

  “Not a good idea.”

  Tommy laughed.

  “Ah, short phrases again. Let me guess, your thoughts aren’t coming out your mouth again?”

  “Exactly.”

  “Well, you’re going to need to focus hard when we’re at the restaurant. Promise me you’ll try?”

  “Promise.”

  They took a shower together and once again, the nearness of a naked Dolly was too much for Tommy to stand. She watched the water drip over her figure and traced the drops with her fingers. She followed them to where her legs met and slid her finger over her clit.

  “Oh God. Not again,” Dolly said.

  “Yes, again.”

  Tommy stroked her until she came for her, holding on to Tommy’s shoulders to keep from slipping to the floor of the shower. They finished their shower and toweled each other off.

  While they were getting dressed, Tommy felt the need to check in on Dolly.

  “How you feeling, baby?”

  “Okay.”

  “Just okay?”

  Dolly giggled.

  “I feel funny.”

  “So you’re stoned. That’s cool. But are you going to be able to hold it together?”

  “Yeah. I just feel good.”

  “That’s it. Focus on stringing sentences together.”

  “I can do this,” she said slowly.

  “You’re so fucking cute.”

 
; “I’m glad you think so.”

  “I do, baby. I really do.”

  “I’m starving,” Dolly said.

  “Well, let’s get dressed and we’ll head over.”

  They walked out into the evening air and Tommy fought the urge to hold Dolly’s hand. She kept forgetting they weren’t on the commune where anything went. One thing about time spent with Dolly, it reaffirmed for her that the commune was the place for her. Although she’d enjoyed all the time she’d spent with her, she missed the freedom the commune afforded her.

  The restaurant was several blocks from the motel, but the walk was nice. The salt air smelled refreshing and stung a little when it hit her face. They arrived at The Rusted Anchor to find the wait a half an hour long. They took their seats at the bar and Tommy ordered drinks for both of them.

  “How you doin’?” Tommy said.

  “Great. I like this place.”

  “Good,” Tommy said.

  “It feels like I’m in an old shipwreck.”

  “I think that’s what they were going for.”

  “I can hear the waves crashing against the side of the boat.”

  “I think that’s from outside on the beach,” Tommy said.

  “Not to me. To me it’s here.”

  Tommy was glad she’d learned to speak stoned Dolly.

  “Okay, baby. If you say so.”

  “No,” Dolly said.

  “No what?”

  “No baby. Not here.”

  “Oh shit. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

  “Okay. Thanks.”

  Tommy sat back and relaxed as she sipped her bourbon. She looked around the dark restaurant. She didn’t know what wood it was, but it was darkened and looked like it was very old. She loved this place. It made her feel comfortable.

  She looked over at Dolly and watched as the color faded from her face.

  “Oh shit,” Dolly said.

  Chapter Nine

  “What’s wrong?” Tommy asked.

  Dolly didn’t answer, just stared off at the two men coming their way. Tommy turned and followed her gaze.

  “Who are they?” She said.

  “My commanding officer.”

  “Oh shit. It’s cool. Be cool.”

  The men arrived at their table.

  “Samson? Is that you?”

  “Yes, sir, Captain.”

  “How’s liberty treating you?”